Jay first class today, have to agree. It was his visit to Cardiff, Bill, that brought the btl opprobrium. He said it was closed. He got so much he vowed never to come back to Wales.
I was in town and there was some big wedding at the town hall (as in 5 bridesmaids all in matching floral dresses and a huge gaggle of guests standing outside waiting for the happy couple). It was a lovely day for it anyway, and they were playing a string version of this, as they waited for the newly weds to emerge. Which I thought was nice. Though I would have insisted on Aretha (thought not in person obvs).
Maybe he got lost and was in Barmouth, 51?
I also see that thanks to Spice Piccadilly Gardens ‘is turning into hell on earth’. Some of us think that ship sailed a while back.
. Although I did like that particular boss, i knew when he bought us pizza we were in for long hours, a new contract coming on board or some such
i fell asleep last night, new contract it is, big and sudden expansion,
Here she is again at just 14 Polly.
Your boss being *ahem* not the sharpest tool in the box means that does not sound good, emms.
Not planning for expansion has scuppered organisations that have just bounced in.
And your boss sounds like he’d be out of his depth in a car park puddle!
I dunno, Justa, he must be pretty sharp, he seems to cut every corner he can. *Sorry!*
But, umm, yes, that’s what I thought.
I do worry about our emms, fiddy. He seems to have really crap bosses.
I hope you are still looking around for work, emms. Easier to get a job when you have a job and all that.
Is there anything you could do on a self-employed basis Emma ?
Could work the other way, of course, could come to realise he actually has to do some compliance. That depends who the new contracts are with, of course, but a lot of firms insist any contractors/sub-contractors match their accreditations.
*Said with my “sunshine is just around the corner” hat on*
^Oh, sunshine, not Sunshine.^
And I have a hat. Well, I have lots but I have a big one in case of sunshine, not Sunshine. I’m not allowed sunshine. Well, not on the left.
There’s a thing, Sleeps, G will have to keep his radioed parts out of the sun.
It’s a very convenient way of kicking responsibility down the food chain.
OI! Who put that cynical hat on me noggin’?
What are you saying about the G man?
Dirty, dirty, fifty.
What? The sun, not The Sun. 😉
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